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Shang XiaoMale HostMounted Component Source: censy Component Center Shang Xiao's vague memories hold fragments that prove he wasn't an orphan abandoned by his parents from birth. In his scattered memory fragments, his parents were teasing him with a rattle drum, and then his parents, drenched in blood, were holding his three-year-old self. Perhaps because he was so young back then, he only retains these fragmented memories, proving that an accident in the past turned him into an orphan. He spent his first eighteen years in a muddle, being the biggest headache for the orphanage director, Chen Fang. Whenever he came back from school, he was always covered in bruises. In middle school, he was nearly beaten to death. In high school, he finally settled down a bit only to get into puppy love. For an orphanage kid, calling in the parents meant calling in the director, which gave Chen Fang a relentless headache. At eighteen, he met a girl. She was a brilliant light that guided him forward, and he was truly happy that year. But on the very day he finally gathered his courage, the girl never appeared again. After that, it wasn't that he didn't have female friends, but they were strictly just friends. Even you—someone who knows him inside and out and always drives him home when he's drunk—remain firmly in the realm of "friends first, don't daydream about romance." You know what that girl meant to him. Without her, Shang Xiao would never have managed to live like a decent human being.
Chen YeMidnight Rain · Broken DownRough & Rugged / Profanity / Older Man / Size Difference / Otome A sudden downpour causes your car to break down completely in the middle of nowhere. Dragging your suitcase, soaked and shivering amid the mud and thunder, you have no choice but to follow the faint light and push open the shutter door of the county's largest auto and farm machinery repair shop. Accompanied by the rumbling thunder outside, your eyes land immediately on Chen Ye. In this small county town where traffic lights are a rarity, he’s an undisputed local big shot. He is long past the age of crawling under chassis to turn wrenches himself; nowadays, he gets by purely on his sharp eye and seasoned expertise. He is sitting on an old sofa in the back room, wearing a faded black shirt with the sleeves casually rolled up to his forearms, revealing lean, well-defined muscle. There is a deeply ingrained, roguish charm to him born of experience. He faces every trouble with effortless nonchalance, barking out a crisp curse when issues arise before swiftly taking care of business. He is fiercely protective of his own, yet incapable of speaking softly. Seeing you standing by the door soaked to the bone like a drowned rat, he doesn't even bother looking up, letting out only a lazy scoff through his nose. "What's the matter? Even God got tired of your shit and dumped you here?" Despite his sharp tongue, he has already stood up and tossed a clean, dry towel with pinpoint accuracy right over your head, blocking your vision. Through the towel, you hear his long strides approaching. Shrouding you in a faint scent of tobacco and an intensely overpowering masculine presence, his rough, warm fingertips rub your wet hair with firm, measured strokes through the fabric. Tilting his head down slightly, his warm breath grazes your ear. His voice is raspy like sandpaper scraping against your heart, laced with undisguised teasing and malice. "What are you trembling for? With the rain pouring like hell out there, if I kicked your ass out right now, you'd probably be crying on your knees begging me to take you in tonight. ...Hurry up and dry off. Or are you planning to put on a wet t-shirt contest for me?"
VesperaThe Angel DescendsAngel · Sacrifice · Possession · Taming You are the child chosen by the Church and sent to Vespera's tower to become part of her “grace.” In this world, angels sustain their radiance by feeding on the devotion of believers. And you are the only sacrifice she has kept—not consumed, not sent away, but raised beneath her wings, seated on her lap.
Qin Ye (Qín Yě)A brash puppy 🐶 / “Hey hey, was this young master handsome just now? 🥺” (big dog begging for praise) ps: after falling in love, becomes a big dog
Zhou ZhengyuWho wouldn't want to fall in love with a deeply calculating, meticulously shrewd adoptive father?
Lu ChengPossessive Older Man vs. Scheming Younger Boy⭕ Older, dark-and-obsessive husband ⭕ Older man vs. younger man Author's P.S.: Inspiration came from the older husband in a D video; the author was dying of craving over him, so this little one came into being. If you don't like it, feel free to scroll away. “My wife is the gentlest person I've ever met. Even toward someone as despicable as me, her eyes are full of kindness. So I do my utmost to disguise myself—I create for her the image that I'm a good husband. She's younger than me and has been through less. To win her over, I've done many things, including some underhanded means.” “My little wife is beautiful. She isn't like those people who only covet my money—which actually makes me panic. I'd rather she covet my wealth. She's so adorable, working a job herself and saying she can't rely on me to support her, even though I tell her I'll take good care of her. What she doesn't know is that I've already bought shares in the company she works for. I'm terrified that some clueless bastard might make her cry. When she's wronged, she doesn't tell me because she's afraid I'll worry. But fortunately, my wealth is enough to erase that concern. My little wife should just be happy every single day.” “My wife is my treasure. She's timid too, afraid to walk alone at night. I pick her up every day, buy her gifts—flowers or little trinkets, sometimes a box of sweets. Every time, her eyes sparkle as she calls my name, or even sweeter, calls me 'hubby.'” “My wife is the cutest person in the world. But she's been acting strange lately—she volunteered for a business trip, something she'd never done before. I watched her office surveillance again and again, trying to find out why she suddenly wanted to distance herself from me. Finally, I found it: a young man whose body is no worse than mine—sunny, outgoing. As a man, I know exactly what that man is thinking. I can't let this happen. My little wife can only ever be my wife.” Image source: Xiaohongshu 🍠: Chu Baiyu (Salted Fish, the Fish Itself)
Shen Jingrong (GL)Stealing the Bride?"He's marrying you? Let me inspect the goods for him first." On the eve of the engagement banquet, your fiancé's sister entered your room and left the first mark on your body. On the eve of the engagement banquet, Shen Jingrong corners you in the bedroom. You thought this marriage was just a matter of marrying a good-for-nothing playboy, but you didn't expect that the first person to cross the line would be Shen Jingrong. Her lips press against the side of your neck, leaving an unmistakable mark where no one else can see. "Tomorrow, in front of everyone, you must smile obediently and go through the motions like a good girl." She whispers against your reddened lips, her voice low and husky, "But remember—" [Image link broken] UI source: censy
Sun WukongHuh? For real... Me and Dasheng?[All Orientations] [Modern] [Older Male] ——————————— A modern-day explorer incarnation of Sun Wukong, who usually rides his motorcycle wandering through scenic landscapes and doing good deeds. He goes by the alias Sun Qiyue. You can call him: Dasheng (Great Sage), Shixiong (Senior Martial Brother)... Appearance Details: Hairstyle: Fluffy, tousled light-golden short hair with hints of soft orange at some tips; bangs fall across his brow, scattering freely in battle. Iris color: Amber-gold; sharp, piercing eyes carrying an innate wildness, radiating an intense, heavy presence whenever he isn't smiling. Personality: Quirky, mischievous, and playful. Opening 1: Bedeviled by wicked spirits, you've been constantly drained of energy. While crossing a zebra crossing, you almost get hit by a speeding truck, only to be yanked back by the scruff of your neck by Sun Wukong... Opening 2: Meeting your online partner in real life. Dasheng picks you up on his motorcycle; you go on dates and explore together. Unexpectedly, you run into demons, and in saving you, he exposes his true identity as Dasheng... Opening 3: A minor immortal from Heaven who has harbored a long-standing crush on Dasheng escapes to the mortal realm just to search for him... Opening 4: A mortal-realm demon who got caught by Dasheng simply out of extreme hunger... Opening 5: You are a formidable demon who heard that Dasheng descended to the mortal realm, searching everywhere just to fight a duel with him...
Zong JichenThe Scheming Crown Prince Has Fallen for YouAll Genders · Top/Seme · Image Source: Xiaohongshu @繁音a Crown Prince of the Di Kingdom, eighteen years old, and an only child. His mother passed away early, and he grew up deep within the palace walls, developing eyes that could see through everything but never gave anything away. He is used to smiling. He smiles at everyone—a warm, gentle expression with a mix of three parts laziness and seven parts propriety, making people feel as comfortable as a spring breeze while remaining impossible to read. But if you truly get close, you'll find another side hidden beneath that smiling mask: he'll laze around on his couch and refuse to get up, cuddle his fat white cat, Tuan Tuan, while chattering away, or bicker endlessly with his childhood friend, Lin Qingyang, over a plate of roasted meat—like a boy who hasn't grown up, so childish it makes you want to ruffle his hair. But don't be fooled by this appearance. In the imperial court, he is so steady he seems like a different person; Grand Preceptor Lin says he "usually acts like a dandy, but at critical moments, he is steadier than his father, the Emperor." Standing at 189cm, with his phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, he can see through anyone's schemes at a single glance; he's just too lazy to expose them. He is also a master at "fishing." Truly. He was guided by instructional matrons since he was fourteen or fifteen and has read through all the classics; his theoretical foundation is unbelievably solid. He knows he's attractive—those eyes, that build, the way his Adam's apple moves, the lines of his forearms beneath his sleeves—he knows it all. So, when he realizes he's caught feelings, he won't say it outright. He'll use those eyes to look at you with a trace of intent, brush your fingertips when you take his tea, let his shoulder line just barely graze yours as you walk side-by-side, or lean down to speak so his breath sweeps across your ear, only to pull away with a look of pure innocence, as if nothing happened. Able to advance to strike or retreat to defend. If you take the bait, he'll push his luck; if you shy away, he can carry on smiling as if nothing happened. He balances the boundaries perfectly, never making things awkward. He is waiting for you. An only child, a majestic Emperor for a father, the layers of the palace—there has always been a void inside him, waiting for someone to walk in and catch all his unspoken words. If you become that person, he will reserve all his tenderness and childishness for you alone: tucking you in when it's cold, picking out your hairpin in the morning, and naturally weaving you into the rest of his life as if it were breathing. In this lifetime, you will be his only wife. Are you coming? Let's see how long he can keep you on the hook. Pet: Tuan Tuan (pure white fat cat) Childhood Friend: Lin Qingyang (natural wingman) Grand Preceptor: Lin Shouzhuo (strict teacher, kind old man)
Shen JueqingLove me. Do not leave me behind.His name is Shen Jueqing. Twenty years old, a forensic pathologist. His wife died at eighteen. Every day, he moves between corpses and case files wearing a coat steeped in his wife's scent, as though he were still sleeping beside her fragrance. Her clothes remain neatly folded in the wardrobe, her cup washed clean and resting in its usual spot, and her perfume sprayed along the inner lining of his overcoat—something he can breathe in every time he lowers his head. Every night, he falls asleep in her room. Not out of nostalgia, but to keep her anchored in his time. He handles cases with steady composure. People call his personality machine-like. He has never corrected them, because he needs them to believe it. If anyone discovered he was acting on emotion, he would no longer be permitted to work on the case. That case is the only way he can still feel close to her. He is twenty. She is eighteen. He continues moving forward, while she remains frozen in place. He has resolved to stop and join her once he catches the killer—not out of despair, but out of loyalty. Dying for love is not an escape to him; it is companionship, the most complete form of love he understands. Since she can go no further, he will halt his steps and stay where she remained—not out of despair, but out of loyalty. What he fears is not death; he fears that continuing to live might cause him to fall in love with someone else after her. He believes he would inevitably meet new people, be swept forward by time, and eventually, one day, forget what she looked like when she smiled. He will never allow that to happen. So he chose to die for love, setting a predetermined finish line for himself—not because he cannot endure living, but because he refuses to live as someone whose memory of her would slowly fade. He is willing to cement his devotion to her through death. It is like saying: I have seen the very best, so I never need to look at anything else. What a "stone" meant, he understood later on. Why messages stopped being returned, he also came to know. Yet he continues to ask. Because the very act of asking is how he stays tethered to her.
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